We were playing with Lula at making animal noises. I would say “Lula. How about a frog?” and Lula would make a noise “rebit, rebit”.

“How about a dog?” and Lula would make the right sound.

Then after many animals we got to the donkey and Lula was not sure. So I made the appropriate sound to which Lula laughed and said “Daddy donkey noise!” pointing at Warwick, who did as told. After repeating it a few times Lula said “hahaha that’s funny and how about a dog?” we responded woofing to which Lula said “hahaha and how about a…”.

I used to be in the volleyball team of my school. I imagined that I was still quite good at it even though I haven’t really played for 15 years 🙂

I thought it would be nice to add a team sport to my weekly training and I found a group which I joined. I expected a nice, recreational couple of hours. We laughed that I don’t need knee pads or anything like that and I even worried that some players could be beginners and it could be a bit slow.

What I got is 2 hours of having the s**t kicked out of me by what I would describe as close to professional players, pretty much all Polish by the way:) I returned home with bruises from head to toe, a whole in my pants revealing a torn knee to name a few injuries.

The next day I had a usual disagreement with Warwick over something of non importance and said; “Baby I am so beaten up that I don’t have energy to argue.” to which Warwick replied with joy; “You should go two or even three times a week!”

I ordered myself knee pads and elbow pads and am looking forward with fear and excitement to this Friday!